A boyA girlA love storyWhy'd it have to end in miseryaking our chances, getting our thrills..Taking and taking but never getting our fill.And this is what I see.A modern love story.Love defined on our TV.Telling us, teaching us what we need.Are we in love or just so alone,That we´re looking for anyone to hold?When the prey is caught, the thrill gone,So we´ll switch partners and move along.And we won't use our brains,Because our lust is too strong.Overlooking the person to whom the body belongs.